I realize...

It's June soon and I would be blogging for one year already. This is like how I used to write diary diligently, pouring all my secrets out to my non-existence reader, of course now I've got "real" readers. Not only that, I suppose I've got perhaps some silent readers (as suggested) as well, and a few anonymous (with or without nickname) readers.

I'm also a "heavy" blog reader myself. This is a fantastic way to keep up with my friends' life and feelings; and also a great way to be nosy about those whom I may not know in person. I think most of us when we read our friends' blogs, we will try to also check out the links provided. They are all related to my friends, aren't they? Hehe...

Sometimes I wonder if I should acknowledge the person whom I "know" when I pass by them. When I said "know" is because I only "know" them because I read their blogs, but they don't know me, kind of. Or maybe they do too. Would it be weird if I suddenly smile with you?

I wonder if my posts are sometimes too boring. I mean for instance, if I were to be blogging about last night, it would be my routine Monday pump with Carebear. Since I don't know, and can't remember song list, I would just be repeatedly telling you that the class was tough. How can Carebear's class be not tough? And occasionally, I can perhaps tell you that my favorite tracks had been selected! Like last night, though I hate biceps track, I love Pump It! I guess is because of the up beating music and although fast and furious, the track is relatively short. So feels like the torturing is shorter. Haha...

And do readers want to know like why I was rushing off but stayed at the juice bar clutching onto my handphone? (okay, I was talking to MC, before she flew off to Amsterdam last night).

Or, would readers actually skip this part about my ranting? - Last night I was leaving gym in a hurry because it was later than my usual time. Besides, need to get dinner (to munch while driving back). Of all the time and places, it had to be such coincidence that I bumped into Handphone Guy. Okay, didn't "bumped into" but I walked pass some guy and he waved me down, then I realized it was him. Humphh... and...

HG: Hey!
TTB: Oh (disappointed and tired Oh)
HG: Leaving?
TTB: Yes!
HG: You tired?
TTB: YES! (What? Am I even going to say "no, why?"?) Of course I am, try working out like me and you will know.
HG: Okay, I'll call you!
TTB: (PLEASE DON'T!!! - said this silently of course)

Sigh... please don't call. please don't call. please don't call.

I realize that some song lyrics is currently stuck in my head. For example, "Love changes, changes everything..." and "... I just wanna make you mine, oh, mine...".

I also realize that the person who used to make my heart skip a beat, is no longer making me feel so. I even realize that my favorite guy now is a different person.

By the way, I was late to step class today. Mainly because the traffic police was not directing the traffic that efficiently!! So I arrived at the studio like 15 minutes after the class started. I did consider giving up the class when I was still stuck in the jam. But, I thought, perhaps I should just stick to my plan even though it looked impossible. And so I interrupted the class. To my surprise, about 4 guys busied themselves adjusting their step board, with one of them helping me get a board, so that I could join in. How touching. Although only 45 minutes of workout, it was good enough workout. Thanks to the guys!

I realize that workout made easy when there are buddies around, someone that encourages you to be there for classes. :)